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The purple-and-periwinkle Zeoxis known as Novum realized he may have unleashed a beast when he asked Mungkorn about their oft-swollen lips. He had messaged her while in a blatant-female moment, and Novum wasn't sure if he liked the response.
'I just made an order for you which will explain it all.'
He initially was fearful, but the next day he had woken up a little late for work, and thus forgot about the ordeal. Novum, oft called "Nova," spent the next week as he normally would, but then the weekend arrived and, with it, a package with a particular dragoness's name on it as the sender.
The Rowlett messenger looked almost bored as he got the proper signatures for the package before taking off, leaving the Zeoxis on his apartment steps with an apparent look of befuddlement. The box was small enough to fit in the palm of his paw. He tossed his floppy ears back as he took a closer look at it. The brown paper wrap didn't give anything away and shaking it didn't reveal anything.
With nothing else to progress it, Nova returned inside and closed his door. Walking through to his kitchen, he pulled the paper off to reveal the contents as yet another clue-absent box. He slid the lid off, however, and narrowed his eyes when he saw a solitary bottle of shampoo within. "Essence of Pear," it stated on the label, though Nova had an inkling about what it *really* meant. Especially with the note addressed "From Momma Mung, have fun with the answer to your question!"
It was fortunate, then, that he hadn't showered yet. Despite his suspicions about this bottle, he decided it was better to use it than lose it. Disappointingly, when he slathered the entire contents on his mane in the wash, Nova found that absolutely nothing had happened asides from making him smell fresh and clean with a touch of tingly softness.
Somewhat relieved, Nova proceeded to his room to throw on his outfit of ankle, bicep, ear, and chest bands. Written on the minimal clothing was runes that glowed when he was in the vicinity of magical energies. It tended to have a warm illumination constantly due to his own inherent abilities, but long ago had learned the difference for when other magic was present.
As he returned to the kitchen, he whipped open the fridge for some food. He liked to start his day with some vitamin D, and grabbed an orange. Nova's claws made for efficient peelers that quickly removed the peel. Holding the orange in one paw, he held it to his lips and took a bite. As his lips slid over the citrus orb, they suddenly began to prickle in the weirdest of manners he had ever felt.
Nova quivered as he felt the first changes. These he was familiar with, as his chest pushed out into a large rack and his posterior filled out into a shelf. His assets pressed outwards until each boob and butt-cheek surpassed his head in terms of size before coming to a stop. So sudden was this growth, Nova tottered and fell back onto his rump, his bosom bouncing as he flopped atop the massive seat of his buttocks.
But that wasn't what struck him, now her, strong enough to make her shiver in a mixture of arousal and dread. While her boobs and arse were certainly blessing her with femininity, she realized the filling-out sensation was in the last place that she expected to ever, not even in a million years, to have ever felt it.
Her paws darted up to her muzzle and felt over her sensitive lips as they began to fill up and out. The space in her extremities started to feel crowded as her lips flowered and bloomed into a bigger state of being. She felt her lower lip sag and her upper lip sway under her touch. She found herself now fondling her lips as they expanded out to a size that lent her a perma-pout. Nova soon was able to actually SEE her lips without a mirror as they ballooned past her muzzle's borders, revealing they had recolored to a shocking-bright orange, reminiscent of tangerines. She dropped her paws, hugging her shoulders as she watched her mouth undergo this odd augmentation.
Nova's eyelids flickered as she felt the bizarre sensations throbbing from her billowed lips, the growth finally coming to a stop after what seemed an eternity. Her golden-orange lips squished into each other, jiggling and shaking with the barest of movements. She stared as her mouth's nozzle swayed and heaved with the mere motion of breathing, the enlarged orifice mesmerizing her with a strange beauty. Tenderly, Nova reached up with a single claw and poked at it experimentally.
Immediately, she bit back a shrill groan, but in doing so, only aggravated further wobbles from her kisser, which in turn made it harder for her to restrain her roar of delighted arousal. Nova touched her lips again, their lipid-filled largeness engulfing the digit rather easily. She pursed her lips out as if to kiss someone, shivering them with a miniature quake. Relaxing back into the pout, Nova made to stand, which also proved to emphasize how much one's head moved, exemplifying the Zeoxis' movements in the vacillations of her kisser. She had to stop several times from the sheer exhaustion that came with the compulsive excitement, finally just squashing her paw into her kisser as she stood. While the shaking of her boobs and butt were certainly something she could handle the sensations of, the lip thing was new and put her totally off guard. But even the press of her own paw against her mouth was proving to be an effort to shunt aside.
And not just "an effort," but a Herculean one on the level of moving from last to first in an Iron Man Marathon!
<Okay, Nova baby girl, calm your tits,> she thought, actually pressing her tits with her free paw. Tentatively, she lowered her paw from her lips, allowing them to jiggle upon release, shooting sensation through her in a jolt. She breathed slowly in through her nose, trying desperately to not think about how the air slid over her lip before entering her nostrils. Allowing her other paw to lay across the top of her mammaries, she drew up to her full height with careful slowness as to avoid aggravating her lips into wobbling too much.
Unsteadily hobbling, Nova was reminded of just how much girth was attached to her glutes and bosom as she struggled towards her room. Her knees bowed as she fought against her own body's hyper-hourglass weight, tumbling against the wall as her boobs and rump countermanded each other's motions. Nova stomped her feet as she slightly spun her arms, nearly losing all focus as the increasing jerkiness bounced her lips about.
<No!>
But too late, her smackers fell and their unexpected weight pulled Nova's head forward. Her face lurched forward and made impact right into her cleavage, but her snout was saved from being wedged into the ravine of her breasts by virtue alone of her lips being too large to fit in and bouncing off it, repelling her head back.
Instantly, bright jolts of sheer sensual overload crashed into her mind as her pool-toy-esque kisser heaved and swung in every which direction. It was comparable to being in her Raichu form and sticking her tail into a power socket, with waves and waves of tumultuous sensation surging through her. Blackness rimmed her vision as the feelings threatened to overwhelm her senses to the point of passing out, inducing a high-pitched moan from the Zeoxis.
She stumbled through the hall, still striving to make it to her room. But the intense erotica of her lips jiggling combined with her boobs jouncing about and her butt heaving in every direction made it difficult to move. Suddenly, she felt her shoulder slide against a slight jutting in the wall that she recognized, in the small part of her mind still aware of her goal, as her room's door. Panting and wheezing with the colossal effort involved in soldiering through the crippling throngs of arousal, Nova managed to stumble and waddle towards her computer chair. She had enough presence of mind to cautiously lower herself down into it, letting her biggened buttocks squish against the cushion on her seat and flow over the sides of it. Arms firmly wrapped around her bust, she shivered as she allowed her breasts to spring free from her embrace. Her torso twitched as she readjusted her stature to accommodate for her chest's movement, panting extremely from the intenseness of the struggle she had to endure.
And then there were her lips. Once again, she found herself pressing a paw into them to calm their swinging, wriggling in unrelenting delight at the squish of her smoocher against her palm. But she remained steadfast and pierced her mind through the fog of feeling. Her lips filled up her paw, being a literal pawful for her, but she slowly moved her limb away from her lardaceous labium. Even with the stilling force of her press, they still seemed to be in an ever-wobbling state, to which she sighed with accepted defeat. Cautiously, she leaned over and pressed her computer's power button, booting it up. She silently prayed that Mungkorn was on, so she could derive from her an explanation.
With a lip-wobbling sigh, she brought up her instant messenger and found Mung quickly. She didn't bother with salutations or the like, but immediately launched into the meat of the issue.
>>What did you do to me!?
Several minutes then passed while Nova waited on the other dragonelle, before, at long last, 'Mung is typing..." showed up in the status bar.
<<Sounds like you gave the personal care shampoo a try, teeheehee. ^33^
>>Fess up, you knew it would do this.
<<Do what, my dear? x33
>>Sent me this fricken shampoo to feminize me and fatten my lips, you know what, Mung!!!
<<So I did, and made certain to include my name on the box as well as a hint to the resulting effects. *kissies with my thiccccc lips*
>>Stop that, I'm too angry at you right now for shenanigans. You knew exactly what this would do and sent it to me anyways!
<<And isn't it the most lovely of loves to ever loved with your love, my love? <3
Nova's digits paused over the keyboard, unable to retort that. It was a rather exhilarating feeling, she couldn't deny that. She reached a paw up to her kisser and gave it a light joggle, shivering in pleasured contentment as they bounced about. It was the most, as Mama Mung put it, "lovely of loves to ever love with her love."
Still twitching in eager sensation for her lip-quiver, Nova responded at last.
>>....Alright, you got me. I did have the thought I already knew what it did, but I guess part of me was... curious? Intrigued? I'm not sure of the word.
<<That's okay, babes. Just glad to help you embrace your inner desire. What color did your lips turn?
>>Orange, like a bright neon. Actually, it goes rather swell with my hide color.
<<Yeeeeee, that's great to hear. At least it didn't turn out some gothic black or rainbow even. Having such a big labial is distracting enough TuT
<<How did it *feel* when it happened? Did you pass out like I did my first time?
>>I almost did, hon. Though, truth be told, I've been at this longer than you have, albeit not with as numerous forms as you. Still, I think I'll leave Lady of Lard Lip to you, as you've had them longer lol
<<Oh! Before I forget, I've actually grown my lips out a little more! Wanna see? They're so lusciously large now, teeheeheeeeeeeeeeeee
>>Why not, dear? You've got me hook, line, and sinker for this thing
<<Okiz, one mo' while I get my video up
>>(^-^)b
Nova leaned back, her chair protesting her weight reclining. She idly pawed at her lips while rubbing her bosom with her other mitt. The combined squishing and jiggling made time fly, making it appear that in no time at all, Mung's icon bleeped with an incoming call. Nova leaned forward, moving her breast-bobbling paw forward to her mouse and clicked on the answer button, continuing to fondle her lips with the other paw. As soon as the video popped up, Nova thought for a solid moment that Mung was kissing the screen, as a lavender smoocher appeared on screen, covering up an entire half in the center. But then they tilted down and Mung's teal-scaled head and oft-recolored horns (crimson today, it seemed) came into sight over the ballooned lips.
The Zeoxis opened her own voluptuous pecker in awe, jiggling it with the motion, as she realized Mung's lips were thrice as thick as her own.
"You like... what you... see?" Mung said, her words sounding like they needed conscious effort to get out. Nova could only imagine the strength required to move that kisser enough to speak, especially without a lisp as Mung displayed.
In response, Nova slowly nodded, but with the shock of seeing Mung's mushy smoocher and the necessity to avoid flopping her own lips around too much.
"Teeheeheeeeeeeeee, I can... send you sommmmmme make-upppp that.... grows it... out... more, as... well as... other things," Mung said. "Would you be... interested?"
"YES!!! OOOOUUUUUNNNNGGGGGGGGGG," came Nova's abrupt affirmative followed at once by a lengthy grown as doing such fired her lips into another seizure of dizzying thrills.
"Then I'll beeeeeeee surrrrrre to sssssend them," Mung said, giggling as she rubbed her lip. "Tata for now!"
The screen blipped out and revealed a final message typed out by Mung.
>>By the way, just a heads-up this time as that bottle I sent you earlier was a very small dilution of some of the stuff I'll be sending. I'll be sure to label the strengths and expected sizes alongside the areas of growth. But you know me, so don't expect anything too NSFW, albeit it'll draw some stares in your direction.
<<You've converted me, I don't think I'll mind such attention.
>>Atta gurl! You tell the world!
>>Welcome to the Sisterhood!
So, Reido and I were talking a little on Twitter a while back, and we got on the subject of his recent snout-swell picture (which I can't find). I mentioned "what about lips?" and he came back the next day with a sketch which I absolutely squealed over depicting me and him in his Nova Zeoxis form, both of us with huge smackers. I fangirled and asked if I could color and post it with a little story, and this is the result.
Enjoy! ^3^
Lines and Nova ©
Colors, story, and Ehanu/Mama Mung ©
'I just made an order for you which will explain it all.'
He initially was fearful, but the next day he had woken up a little late for work, and thus forgot about the ordeal. Novum, oft called "Nova," spent the next week as he normally would, but then the weekend arrived and, with it, a package with a particular dragoness's name on it as the sender.
The Rowlett messenger looked almost bored as he got the proper signatures for the package before taking off, leaving the Zeoxis on his apartment steps with an apparent look of befuddlement. The box was small enough to fit in the palm of his paw. He tossed his floppy ears back as he took a closer look at it. The brown paper wrap didn't give anything away and shaking it didn't reveal anything.
With nothing else to progress it, Nova returned inside and closed his door. Walking through to his kitchen, he pulled the paper off to reveal the contents as yet another clue-absent box. He slid the lid off, however, and narrowed his eyes when he saw a solitary bottle of shampoo within. "Essence of Pear," it stated on the label, though Nova had an inkling about what it *really* meant. Especially with the note addressed "From Momma Mung, have fun with the answer to your question!"
It was fortunate, then, that he hadn't showered yet. Despite his suspicions about this bottle, he decided it was better to use it than lose it. Disappointingly, when he slathered the entire contents on his mane in the wash, Nova found that absolutely nothing had happened asides from making him smell fresh and clean with a touch of tingly softness.
Somewhat relieved, Nova proceeded to his room to throw on his outfit of ankle, bicep, ear, and chest bands. Written on the minimal clothing was runes that glowed when he was in the vicinity of magical energies. It tended to have a warm illumination constantly due to his own inherent abilities, but long ago had learned the difference for when other magic was present.
As he returned to the kitchen, he whipped open the fridge for some food. He liked to start his day with some vitamin D, and grabbed an orange. Nova's claws made for efficient peelers that quickly removed the peel. Holding the orange in one paw, he held it to his lips and took a bite. As his lips slid over the citrus orb, they suddenly began to prickle in the weirdest of manners he had ever felt.
Nova quivered as he felt the first changes. These he was familiar with, as his chest pushed out into a large rack and his posterior filled out into a shelf. His assets pressed outwards until each boob and butt-cheek surpassed his head in terms of size before coming to a stop. So sudden was this growth, Nova tottered and fell back onto his rump, his bosom bouncing as he flopped atop the massive seat of his buttocks.
But that wasn't what struck him, now her, strong enough to make her shiver in a mixture of arousal and dread. While her boobs and arse were certainly blessing her with femininity, she realized the filling-out sensation was in the last place that she expected to ever, not even in a million years, to have ever felt it.
Her paws darted up to her muzzle and felt over her sensitive lips as they began to fill up and out. The space in her extremities started to feel crowded as her lips flowered and bloomed into a bigger state of being. She felt her lower lip sag and her upper lip sway under her touch. She found herself now fondling her lips as they expanded out to a size that lent her a perma-pout. Nova soon was able to actually SEE her lips without a mirror as they ballooned past her muzzle's borders, revealing they had recolored to a shocking-bright orange, reminiscent of tangerines. She dropped her paws, hugging her shoulders as she watched her mouth undergo this odd augmentation.
Nova's eyelids flickered as she felt the bizarre sensations throbbing from her billowed lips, the growth finally coming to a stop after what seemed an eternity. Her golden-orange lips squished into each other, jiggling and shaking with the barest of movements. She stared as her mouth's nozzle swayed and heaved with the mere motion of breathing, the enlarged orifice mesmerizing her with a strange beauty. Tenderly, Nova reached up with a single claw and poked at it experimentally.
Immediately, she bit back a shrill groan, but in doing so, only aggravated further wobbles from her kisser, which in turn made it harder for her to restrain her roar of delighted arousal. Nova touched her lips again, their lipid-filled largeness engulfing the digit rather easily. She pursed her lips out as if to kiss someone, shivering them with a miniature quake. Relaxing back into the pout, Nova made to stand, which also proved to emphasize how much one's head moved, exemplifying the Zeoxis' movements in the vacillations of her kisser. She had to stop several times from the sheer exhaustion that came with the compulsive excitement, finally just squashing her paw into her kisser as she stood. While the shaking of her boobs and butt were certainly something she could handle the sensations of, the lip thing was new and put her totally off guard. But even the press of her own paw against her mouth was proving to be an effort to shunt aside.
And not just "an effort," but a Herculean one on the level of moving from last to first in an Iron Man Marathon!
<Okay, Nova baby girl, calm your tits,> she thought, actually pressing her tits with her free paw. Tentatively, she lowered her paw from her lips, allowing them to jiggle upon release, shooting sensation through her in a jolt. She breathed slowly in through her nose, trying desperately to not think about how the air slid over her lip before entering her nostrils. Allowing her other paw to lay across the top of her mammaries, she drew up to her full height with careful slowness as to avoid aggravating her lips into wobbling too much.
Unsteadily hobbling, Nova was reminded of just how much girth was attached to her glutes and bosom as she struggled towards her room. Her knees bowed as she fought against her own body's hyper-hourglass weight, tumbling against the wall as her boobs and rump countermanded each other's motions. Nova stomped her feet as she slightly spun her arms, nearly losing all focus as the increasing jerkiness bounced her lips about.
<No!>
But too late, her smackers fell and their unexpected weight pulled Nova's head forward. Her face lurched forward and made impact right into her cleavage, but her snout was saved from being wedged into the ravine of her breasts by virtue alone of her lips being too large to fit in and bouncing off it, repelling her head back.
Instantly, bright jolts of sheer sensual overload crashed into her mind as her pool-toy-esque kisser heaved and swung in every which direction. It was comparable to being in her Raichu form and sticking her tail into a power socket, with waves and waves of tumultuous sensation surging through her. Blackness rimmed her vision as the feelings threatened to overwhelm her senses to the point of passing out, inducing a high-pitched moan from the Zeoxis.
She stumbled through the hall, still striving to make it to her room. But the intense erotica of her lips jiggling combined with her boobs jouncing about and her butt heaving in every direction made it difficult to move. Suddenly, she felt her shoulder slide against a slight jutting in the wall that she recognized, in the small part of her mind still aware of her goal, as her room's door. Panting and wheezing with the colossal effort involved in soldiering through the crippling throngs of arousal, Nova managed to stumble and waddle towards her computer chair. She had enough presence of mind to cautiously lower herself down into it, letting her biggened buttocks squish against the cushion on her seat and flow over the sides of it. Arms firmly wrapped around her bust, she shivered as she allowed her breasts to spring free from her embrace. Her torso twitched as she readjusted her stature to accommodate for her chest's movement, panting extremely from the intenseness of the struggle she had to endure.
And then there were her lips. Once again, she found herself pressing a paw into them to calm their swinging, wriggling in unrelenting delight at the squish of her smoocher against her palm. But she remained steadfast and pierced her mind through the fog of feeling. Her lips filled up her paw, being a literal pawful for her, but she slowly moved her limb away from her lardaceous labium. Even with the stilling force of her press, they still seemed to be in an ever-wobbling state, to which she sighed with accepted defeat. Cautiously, she leaned over and pressed her computer's power button, booting it up. She silently prayed that Mungkorn was on, so she could derive from her an explanation.
With a lip-wobbling sigh, she brought up her instant messenger and found Mung quickly. She didn't bother with salutations or the like, but immediately launched into the meat of the issue.
>>What did you do to me!?
Several minutes then passed while Nova waited on the other dragonelle, before, at long last, 'Mung is typing..." showed up in the status bar.
<<Sounds like you gave the personal care shampoo a try, teeheehee. ^33^
>>Fess up, you knew it would do this.
<<Do what, my dear? x33
>>Sent me this fricken shampoo to feminize me and fatten my lips, you know what, Mung!!!
<<So I did, and made certain to include my name on the box as well as a hint to the resulting effects. *kissies with my thiccccc lips*
>>Stop that, I'm too angry at you right now for shenanigans. You knew exactly what this would do and sent it to me anyways!
<<And isn't it the most lovely of loves to ever loved with your love, my love? <3
Nova's digits paused over the keyboard, unable to retort that. It was a rather exhilarating feeling, she couldn't deny that. She reached a paw up to her kisser and gave it a light joggle, shivering in pleasured contentment as they bounced about. It was the most, as Mama Mung put it, "lovely of loves to ever love with her love."
Still twitching in eager sensation for her lip-quiver, Nova responded at last.
>>....Alright, you got me. I did have the thought I already knew what it did, but I guess part of me was... curious? Intrigued? I'm not sure of the word.
<<That's okay, babes. Just glad to help you embrace your inner desire. What color did your lips turn?
>>Orange, like a bright neon. Actually, it goes rather swell with my hide color.
<<Yeeeeee, that's great to hear. At least it didn't turn out some gothic black or rainbow even. Having such a big labial is distracting enough TuT
<<How did it *feel* when it happened? Did you pass out like I did my first time?
>>I almost did, hon. Though, truth be told, I've been at this longer than you have, albeit not with as numerous forms as you. Still, I think I'll leave Lady of Lard Lip to you, as you've had them longer lol
<<Oh! Before I forget, I've actually grown my lips out a little more! Wanna see? They're so lusciously large now, teeheeheeeeeeeeeeeee
>>Why not, dear? You've got me hook, line, and sinker for this thing
<<Okiz, one mo' while I get my video up
>>(^-^)b
Nova leaned back, her chair protesting her weight reclining. She idly pawed at her lips while rubbing her bosom with her other mitt. The combined squishing and jiggling made time fly, making it appear that in no time at all, Mung's icon bleeped with an incoming call. Nova leaned forward, moving her breast-bobbling paw forward to her mouse and clicked on the answer button, continuing to fondle her lips with the other paw. As soon as the video popped up, Nova thought for a solid moment that Mung was kissing the screen, as a lavender smoocher appeared on screen, covering up an entire half in the center. But then they tilted down and Mung's teal-scaled head and oft-recolored horns (crimson today, it seemed) came into sight over the ballooned lips.
The Zeoxis opened her own voluptuous pecker in awe, jiggling it with the motion, as she realized Mung's lips were thrice as thick as her own.
"You like... what you... see?" Mung said, her words sounding like they needed conscious effort to get out. Nova could only imagine the strength required to move that kisser enough to speak, especially without a lisp as Mung displayed.
In response, Nova slowly nodded, but with the shock of seeing Mung's mushy smoocher and the necessity to avoid flopping her own lips around too much.
"Teeheeheeeeeeeeee, I can... send you sommmmmme make-upppp that.... grows it... out... more, as... well as... other things," Mung said. "Would you be... interested?"
"YES!!! OOOOUUUUUNNNNGGGGGGGGGG," came Nova's abrupt affirmative followed at once by a lengthy grown as doing such fired her lips into another seizure of dizzying thrills.
"Then I'll beeeeeeee surrrrrre to sssssend them," Mung said, giggling as she rubbed her lip. "Tata for now!"
The screen blipped out and revealed a final message typed out by Mung.
>>By the way, just a heads-up this time as that bottle I sent you earlier was a very small dilution of some of the stuff I'll be sending. I'll be sure to label the strengths and expected sizes alongside the areas of growth. But you know me, so don't expect anything too NSFW, albeit it'll draw some stares in your direction.
<<You've converted me, I don't think I'll mind such attention.
>>Atta gurl! You tell the world!
>>Welcome to the Sisterhood!
So, Reido and I were talking a little on Twitter a while back, and we got on the subject of his recent snout-swell picture (which I can't find). I mentioned "what about lips?" and he came back the next day with a sketch which I absolutely squealed over depicting me and him in his Nova Zeoxis form, both of us with huge smackers. I fangirled and asked if I could color and post it with a little story, and this is the result.
Enjoy! ^3^
Lines and Nova ©
Colors, story, and Ehanu/Mama Mung ©
Category All / Hyper
Species Dragon (Other)
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